Island Fling With The Tycoon. Therese Beharrie
stopped when he got to the beach. There were people here and if he continued down that path he’d surely embarrass himself in front of all of them. He glanced over his shoulder to check that she was still okay. She seemed to be, though the pull of her lips made him think she wasn’t pleased.
Good. Neither was he.
He grabbed a glass of champagne from the nearest waiter and drank.
* * *
Piper had to give it to Emma and Liam: extravagance could be quite beautiful.
Once she’d got over being left to fend for herself down that sandy path—which, in hindsight, was probably fair. What could he have done, carried her the entire way?—she was able to enjoy it.
The setting was magnificent. An entire stretch of the beach had been reserved for the party, which allowed for generous decorations. Emma and Liam had taken advantage. A large portion of the beach had been covered in wooden planks. A long table sat on the planks, decorated with greenery and candles, along with a bar and round cocktail tables.
On the sand beyond it were wooden squares, stacked and decorated to form smaller tables. The area was full of them, scattered with round comfortable-looking cushions as seats. Candles and fairy lights illuminated the area, which would need the light in a few moments. Currently, the sun was lowering in the sky, casting an orange glow over the ocean. It was breathtaking.
‘Pretty, isn’t it?’
Jada, Emma’s younger sister, came to stand beside her. She was a picture in a light blue dress, her short hair straight around her face, large navy earrings in her ears.
‘It is,’ Piper said with a smile. ‘So are you.’
Jada blushed. ‘You’re just saying that.’
‘I happen to mean it. But what does it matter if I’m just saying it?’ she asked, bumping her shoulder against the young woman’s. ‘I’m surprised you were allowed to wear blue.’
Jada laughed. ‘I had to. Not the same shade as Emma’s dress, of course, but since Emma wanted the wedding’s theme to be “shades of blue” this worked.’
‘It certainly does.’
Piper scanned the small crowd. Most of the people she didn’t recognise. Her mother had been an only child and she and Liam had never got along with their father’s siblings or their children. Unsurprisingly, Liam hadn’t wanted them at his wedding. Surprisingly, he had wanted her there.
She supposed that might be too harsh. They’d seen each other often enough in the last five years that her invitation was warranted. The surprise? That was her resentment talking. Her memories of how he’d abandoned her to fend for herself for two years.
It slipped in, even when she was trying to be positive.
The truth was that if it hadn’t been an all-expenses-paid trip to a Greek island during the school holidays when she wasn’t teaching, Piper would have stayed at home. In some ways then, she was glad she’d been forced to be there. She needed to move on. Her father was dead. Had been for five years. That time long surpassed the time she’d spent alone with her father after Liam had left. She had to let it go.
She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t.
‘Where are they?’ she asked suddenly, not seeing them in the crowd.
‘Over there.’
Jada pointed to a section of the beach that wasn’t a part of the evening’s celebrations. Piper clearly saw the two of them—Emma in her blue dress, Liam in a blue shirt and black pants—but something about it didn’t feel right.
‘Are they...are they arguing?’
Jada sighed. ‘For the last ten minutes.’
‘Did something happen?’
‘Nothing I can think of. I mean, Em did get really quiet while I was doing her hair, but I thought that was nerves.’
‘Cold feet?’ Piper wondered out loud.
‘I don’t think so. I’m sure Emma would have said something. She’s not exactly a great keeper of secrets.’
Piper studied the couple. It was clear they were arguing. Her brother’s shoulders were squared back, as they always were when he felt attacked. She’d grown used to the stance. Had used it as a warning sign to stay out of his and their father’s way.
‘You’re staring,’ a quiet voice said from her side.
Piper turned to see Tate join them. He followed their gaze.
‘You are, too, dummy,’ Jada said without heat. Her tone was laced with worry.
‘It’s obvious.’
‘Should one of us go check it out?’
‘No,’ came a new voice. Piper hadn’t needed Caleb to answer his sister’s question to know he was there. She’d felt him join their group. Her heart had sped up. Her body had become a little more aware. ‘Let’s give them a moment to sort this out.’
There was a long silence as they heeded the instruction. Piper didn’t do so happily. She was worried by the disappointment that had washed over her earlier. When he’d spoken about ‘allowing’ Emma and Liam to marry. Before that moment, she’d almost forgotten she wasn’t supposed to be interested in him. She’d been too distracted by the easy strength of his arms. By how he didn’t only seem to be carrying her because he’d provoked her, but because he was a nice person.
But nice people weren’t controlling. That trait reminded her too much of her father for her to make that evaluation. It was too much like her ex-boyfriend, too. The blurred lines with Caleb meant she needed to keep her distance. She couldn’t repeat the mistakes of her past. She couldn’t let her mind linger on niceness.
‘Should we stop staring?’ Jada asked into the quiet.
‘Yes,’ Piper replied. No one moved.
Then it happened.
Liam’s hand paused as it ran through his hair, before dropping with such a force Piper didn’t know how it hadn’t taken him to the floor. Emma took a step forward. Liam didn’t move. She took another, resting her hands on his chest. Liam stepped back. There was a beat. Then her brother turned and ran.
Through the tables on the sand, past the wooden planks and all the guests who were there to celebrate with him and Emma. Past his future in-laws, who were staring at him in bewilderment. Past Piper, who watched him with a sinking feeling in her stomach.
But not surprise. No, not surprise.
Moments later, they all watched as Liam jumped onto the dock, onto a boat that had just been untied. He exchanged a few words with the man at the helm. Soon he was gone.
An uncomfortable silence settled. Then came Jada’s trembling voice.
‘Did he...did he just run away from Emma?’
SHE WAS GOING to kill her brother. She’d make it swift, painless, because he was family. But he deserved death for this. Running away from his fiancée on the evening of their rehearsal dinner. Four days before their wedding.
Since she was the only one of his family there, it automatically put her in the spotlight. Taking in the three pairs of eyes staring at her, she finalised the plans for his death.
‘Did your brother run away from our sister?’ Jada demanded now, a clear distinction between them and Piper in that question.
‘I was watching, same as you were,’ Piper said with a calm she didn’t feel. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She forced herself to take a breath when she realised she’d